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wrote it on the 30th of august 2009. |
| The twisting of my moods would lay the eventless story of a day; My possession-less solitude, in my daily happiness intrude; The leftover of dreams prolonged broken glass while walking on; The ever-shrinking hope regime is overdone by the evening time; My reveries are the only way, in this eventless story of a day, in a quest for some worthiness my mind events give happiness. |